#soloman
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
MC-Mackenzie and Soloman
Just humans casually talking about pacts they've made with demons, nothing new.
Both will also definitely share the same opinions about having a pact with Asmodeus, and just low key glad to have another human around in this crazy world they temporarily reside in.
Also, I just love the idea of MC having pact marks on various parts of their body.
I read a headcannon list once about how some of them would be in places as symbolism for their sin.
Like Lucifer on the chest cause of puffing your chest in pride, or-
I just fucking realized I put Blephie's mark on the neck.
Fuck
:D
#obey me shall we date#obey me#oc x canon#digital art#art#oc inserts#obey me mc#Obey me Mackenzie#soloman#obey me solomon#obey me pact marks
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
#2 Abyssal Oi, You. Yeah you, staring at my tumblr page. Go read Drunk Abyssal Mercenary Princess. My Dickhead friend wrote it and I thought I might as well give him this, cuz he's a dickhead.
#hmtober#hmtober2024#art#illustration#drunk abyssal mercenary princess#tomb spyder#kancolle#soloman#i know nothing about kancolle#digital art#whitewintersart
8 notes
·
View notes
Text
brothers to the bone
#my art#DnD art#BatF#Brave and the Foolish#DnD OCs#my OC#Addrus Strakeln#friends OC#Zenith Nephvir#Soloman#incorrect quotes#I miss drawing Brave and the Foolish Tails. I miss drawing them a lot. I’ll be back#anyways Addrus is the one who pulled that stunt. to the bafflement of Zenith#rea’s trash
8 notes
·
View notes
Text
Group D Round 1
[image ID: the first image is of Soloman, a man with short, black and white gray hair, round glasses, and a thick mustache. he's wearing a scarf, a jacket with a smiley face patch, blakc shirt, and pants. the second image is of the cover for the Hello from the Hallowoods podcast. it depicts the silhouettes of trees, and a large creature emerging from behind them. it's furry, with horns, large antlers, and a clawed hand raised up, as if waving at the viewer. above the creature, in the middle of a red gun sight, reads: "Hello." in read text. end ID]
Soloman
He’s literally just a guy. It may be more well known on Hispanic audiences; we read this book on elementary school and now I have a fixation on poppies.
Diggory Graves
Convinced they only lost the deadguydeathmatch because not enough people knew about them. A bit of a Frankenstein's monster scenario. Uses they/them pronouns, is dating a ghost trans man. Despite their intimidating appearance they are lovely and would go to the ends of the Earth for their friends. Their arms are for hugs and their claws are for fighting
#obscurecharactershowdown#group d round 1#obscure poll#soloman#diggory graves#hello from the hallowoods
11 notes
·
View notes
Text
23 notes
·
View notes
Text
Simeon and Solomon
ignore the hands lol
🤡
#obey me#obey me soloman#soloman#obey me simeon#simeon solomon#angel#Human#wizard#drawings#art#drawing#sketch#sketchbook#pencil
13 notes
·
View notes
Text
Some full body fursona commissions I did for my classmates.
#digital art#art#lined#dev art#Ellis#Soloman#Summer#furry art#Furry#fursona#commission#I did these a little while ago but they gave permission to post so here ye are!
0 notes
Text
Nightbringer mc
You can not convince me that Solomon doesn't have videos of mc chasing their own tail or scaring themselves when their wings touch something.
Ever since gaining this new form, it's been a struggle. Learning how to use their new extremities and limbs. New parts of their brain have been activated thanks to the new physical form. So when mc's wings subconsciously move or instinctively flap, they get spooked and flinch, and Solomon tries so hard to hold his tongue and not laugh.
Or when mc's tail kept moving all on its own, and it was pissing themselves off. Solomon holds up his phone and records his student going in circles like a dog trying to catch their own tail and getting so frustrated " BECAUSE IT WONT FUCKING STAY STILL!!!"
#obey me#obey me mc#obey me shall we date#obey me x male reader#obey me x reader#obey me solomon banner#om solomon#om! solomon#obey me solomon#solomon#obey me soloman#obey me solomon x reader#solomon x mc#nightbringer theories#om! nightbringer#obey me nightbringer lucifer#obey me nightbringer#nightbringer spoilers#nightbringer mc#nightbringer Solomon
5K notes
·
View notes
Text
The Golden city with an essential shine!! ❤️❤️ . . Marvin Desert Camp
Jaisalmer
#solotravel#soloman#solotraveler#solotraveling#solotraveller#solotravelling#solotravels#indiasolojourney#indiasolotraveler#nikonphotography#rajasthan#jaisalmerbeauty#tourism#jaisalmercity😍#jaisalmercamps#travelblogger#jaisalmerfort#jaisalmer#jaisalmerdesert#jaisalmerdiaries#heartofasolotraveller
0 notes
Text
Happy Father's Day to the Corey Dorris Daddies, and them alone
#starkid#team starkid#hatchetfield#corey dorris#fathers day#bill woodward#frank pricely#soloman lauter#the guy who didn't like musicals#black friday#nerdy prudes must die
589 notes
·
View notes
Text
Top Gun Silliness
#top gun#top gun 1986#top gun maverick#tom cruise#jon hamm#pete maverick mitchell#maverick mitchell#admiral simpson#admiral beau cyclone simpson#cyclone simpson#warlock bates#admiral bates#soloman warlock bates#charles parnell#iceman kazansky#tom iceman kazansky#icemav#top gun silliness
342 notes
·
View notes
Text
This animal was requested! It is the closest living relative of the dodo.
#near threatened#adaman & nicobar islands#india#indonesia#soloman islands#palau#columbiformes#columbidae#bird#birds#birdblr#animal polls#poll blog#my polls#animals#polls#tumblr polls
183 notes
·
View notes
Note
Cuddle fucking with Alfie Solomons pls
It started slowly. Really slowly.
You woke up to the cold early morning, the sun not yet risen, the sheets half kicked off you leaving your shoulders exposed. You were cold, skin scattered with goosebumps, shivering just a little as you tried to shrink back beneath the quilt and press your body against Alfie's. His body was warm, you knew it would be because Alfie was your personal walking furnace and you were welcome to come snuggle against him whenever you needed warming through.
Half asleep you pressed your body against his, relaxing into the heat which radiated from his restful self. He was still asleep, at least you thought he was because his breaths were slow and lethargic, peaceful. But when he felt your back pressing against his chest, awake or asleep, your presence stirred him enough that he let out a quiet groan and shifted, raising his arm and wrapping it around you, squeezing you tighter to him, possessive as he was.
So, instinctively, you pressed yourself back against him a little more, wanting to be as close as possible to your man, wanting to feel the warmth from his chest radiate through you. And you did. Alfie had such a lulling, calming power over you and as you began to warm up in his tight embrace your eyes fluttered shut and you began to drift off.
There was only one thing keeping you from drifting off completely. The closeness between you, the feeling of his arms gripping you tight, holding your body tight to the curve of his so that not a milimeter of space remained between you. So that the pressure of his morning glory digging into your soft bottom was unignorable.
You were trying your best to think of anything else, to focus on anything else. To settle and go back to sleep even, but that slight pressure, the warmth of his erection, was impossible to tune out of. Perhaps if it had been anyone elses it would have been easy to drag yourself away from the bed, forget about them for the rest of the day and go about your business, but not when it was your Alfies. Not when only last night you'd come undone on it, his cock burried deep inside you, fucking into you even after he'd cum and his milky liquid was oozing out of you.
Not when you knew just how easily he could undo you all over again.
But he was sleeping. And Alfie liked to live slowly these days. Now that he had you. Now that he knew he could spend every morning with you wrapped up, naked, in his arms. Now that there was no rush he didn't like to rush. No. If there was one thing Alfie liked to try and teach you, it was patience.
So despite the instinctive roll of your hips, the way you wriggled against him, only almost subconsciously, he didn't stir. Instead he lay there, enjoying the feeling of your needy little wriggles, the way you tried to pretend at innocence when you rubbed your bottom against him and tried to feel a little friction. Instead he just lay there, still holding you nice and tight and snug, making sure you couldn't move too much, making sure you were still close enough to him that every move you made he certainly could enjoy... He wanted to make you wait. He wanted to leave you to your imagination for long enough that your thighs would be sweet at sticky before he'd moved a muscle.
And the more you wriggled and tried to get closer to him the harder he got, the heat between you almost as torturous for him as it was for you.
And even when he did decide to give you a little more, he didn't say a word and neither did you. You smiled to yourself as his calloused fingers teased over your skin, caressing first your shoulder, down your arm, then your waist. He tickled over the soft curve of your belly making you squirm against him, enjoying the way a giggle escaped your lips and ruined your pretence at sleep. He smirked to himself doing it again just for good measure, struggling to hold back the sigh of pleasure when your wriggling hips pushed back against his cock.
You squirmed again, enjoying the feeling of him digging into you, the pressure increasing as he got a little harder with your every move.
And when his hand moved over your breast and squeezed a handful, it was all you could do not to hum in pleasure and push yourself back closer to him once more. You needed him to touch you elsewhere. The more his fingers trailed over your hips and thighs, the more he massaged your breast and pinched at your nipple, rolling it between his thumb abd forefinger absentminded and behaving as if he had no idea the effect on you he was having, the more you needed him. Your core beginning to ache for him. A pulse circulating between your thighs which forced your hips back against him in a gentle, needy motion. Your persistent rhythm pleasing him more than he was letting onto you.
You could feel your arousal between your legs, sticky and desperate, gathering quicker than you'd have liked to admit had this been anyone but your Alfie. But this was your Alfie and your heart was racing in your chest because you knew that sooner or later he was going to take you somewhere no one else could.
You let out a devestating little whine when he hooked your leg with his and dragged your thighs apart, trapping you with your thighs split so that for a moment you were tortured by a breeze glistening over your sticky core, your clit shivering with the cool air stirring your senses.
You bucked your hips against the air and heard him chuckle, he was enjoying your frustration and naturally, that only frustrated you more.
But this was his favourite way to spend a lazy Sunday morning. Teasing you. Working you up into a needy, sticky mess between the sheets so that he could revel in the sight of your shivering body shaking with ecstacy when he finally gave you what you wanted.
He always told you that was his favourite view. Looking down at you bundled up in his arms, your fingers clutching at him as you shivered with your orgasm, moaning and whimpering into his chest. And even though every time he told you that you got embarrassed and blushy, shying away from him, trying to hide your face in the crook of his neck, that only made the sight even more spectacular to him. Because he had all that power over you, and in that moment you needed him so much, holding onto him like your life depended on it, little tears of pleasurw gleaming in your eyes.
That was the sight he hoped to work towards that morning as he teased and toyed with you. Enjoying the way his touch left a trail of goosebumps wherever he traced his fingers.
He carried on wordlessly, listening to your breathing and smirking to himself when he recognised how shallow and needy you were beginning to sound. How when he took your hip in his hand and squeezed, when he rubbed his hand firmly over the curve of your bottom and massaged you, taking his time to feel every inch of your body, your breath hitched and you struggled to hide how desperate you were getting.
Because he'd been making a point of avoiding any real pleasure points. Had skimmed his fingertips briefly over your nipples but refused to give you any real satisfaction. Had let his fingers stray close enough to your core to remind you what you really needed, but hadn't so much as ventured to test how wet you were. Then again he didn't need to test that. He knew you well enough to know that by now your arousal would be slick and shining on your inner thighs, that when he did finally glide his fingers between your folds he'd feel that thick warm juice overflowing from your needy little cunt, just the way he liked it.
And he did. When he finally gave you a taste of what you'd been desperate for all this time, he dragged his lips over your shoulder and kissed a trail of warm notes up your neck, his breath tickling your skin, teasing your senses. His fingertips sliding slowly from bottom to top drawing a line between your lips and then finally brushing over your clit. Not enough pressure to truly satisfy you but enough to leave your heart racing, your whole body jolting with the shock of it.
You couldn't help the gasp which left you, sharp and, if he was being honest, music to his ears. You couldn't help the way your hips bucked forward to press yourself into his hand, your cunt rubbing over his two fingers, begging them to touch you harder and longer.
You wanted to whimper and whisper to him, beg him to stop teasing you, but that wasn't how this worked. It was an unspoken rule between you, that you didn't speak. That you kept that sleepy charade up until you were both exhausted and satiated, holding onto one another as you came down from your high.
So even when he really tried to torture you, dragging his fingers in a slow teasibg circle around your clit only to trail them up and away, painting a sticky sweet line of arousal along your naval to your belly button, you didn't say a word. You just closed your eyes and ground your bottom back against his cock, feeling its heat radiate through you, feeling the push as Alfie responded instinctually, grinding harder against you, scraping his teeth over a sensitive patch on your shoulder, kissing you there with his open mouth so that the pleasure washed over you from several places at once and left your head spinning. Your whole body tingling with that need, that desperation to satisfy your desires.
You whimpered again, your mouth open in a little oh as he trailed those two fingers back down your belly, back down your hips, returning to the warmth of your thighs. He held you in his rough palms, massaging your thighs, forcing your legs open a little wider so that your glistening core was left exposed and vulnerable. Throbbing between your legs. The draft torture. The way you bucked your hips and and met nothing but cool air driving you to despair so that when Alfie took your cheek in hand and made you look silently up at him, he saw those tears of desire in your eyes and he couldn't resist you any longer.
His fingers found your clit and pinched, your body jumping so that you wound up pressed even closer to him, him holding you tight and secure, pushing you down into the mattress beneath him. He propped himseld up to get a better view, looking down at you with lustful eyes which trailed the contours of your body slowly and took every inch of you in. He didn't just love you, you were his own private slice of heaven and on mornings like this he wanted only to devour you. Only to send you to heavenly places himself.
He rubbed you slowly at first, watching your breasts as if hypnotised by them, the rise and fall of your chest, the way your body began to shiver and tremble eratically when he rubbed you hard and then soft, slow and then fast. He touched you in a quick, slippery circle, his fingertip rolling over your little pearl over and over so that you began to lose control of yourself and your body quickly. The cascade of whimpers and whispered needy moans music to the older mans ears. You were coming undone for him so so easily and the sight was truly something to behold. Your trembling body spurring the ache inside him, his cock twitching against your soft curving ass. He wanted nothing more than to slip into you there and then, bury himself inside you.
And you needed to feel him inside you too, he could tell because your head had tilted back, resting on his shoulder, your eyes rolled back as the first intense wave of pleasure began to radiate through you. He'd hardly had to do a thing, barely had to touch you and there you were shaking, firework static pleasure errupting inside you, your skin tingling all over with the power of your orgasm. It left you feeling weak, needing him to keep you held together, your body pressed hard against his as he held you firm and secure and scattered hungry kisses over your neck. But he didn't stop, didn't bring you down from your high gently. Instead he acted almost as if he hadn't noticed your cumming at all. Instead he carried on playing with you, rolling your clit beneath his fingertips, rubbing your juices all over your perfect cunt, letting his fingers tease your opening so that you felt yourself clenching and twitching needily for him.
You could feel his cock digging into you from behind, so hard and hot, the heat teasing you, the weight of it as he took it in his hand and let it fall back against your glistening wet thighs, tormenting you because all you wanted then was for him to use it. To ruin you with it. Fill you up and fuck you until your sleepy little body could take no more.
His whiskers tickled your back as he nuzzled into you from behind, trailing his fingers over your thighs as he pushed your legs apart and adjusted you. You whimpered and gasped at his every movement, your senses heightened and over stimulated by his touch. His warm wet trail of open mouthed kisses down your neck, his cock rubbing between your folds, collecting the slick of your cum, his fingers flicking your swollen clit. Everything he did took you a little closer to the edge and even though you'd barely caught your breath from your first orgasm, you could already feel the tension in your abdomen as he built you up to another.
And then finally you felt the warm relief, the ache in your core finally satisfied as he pushed his cock into you slowly from behind. You were so sensitive that you were convinced you could feel every detail of his erection brushing up against your walls, stretching you out. Your pulse and his pulse racing together as he let out a low sleepy groan, one laced with desire.
He held himself there for a moment, pushing his hips against your bottom, burying himself as deep into you as he could. He held you still too so that although you were desperate to push back against him, to writhe against him and revel in that delightful friction, you couldn't. All you could do was give into him, let him do as he wanted with you, let him hold you there, your cunt clenching and relaxing around his throbbing cock.
Every now and then he flexed it inside you and you couldn't help the needy whimpers which escaped you. Couldn't help the little tears in your eyes. He was driving you to despair because it felt so good but it wasn't enough. You needed more of him, you needed the push and pull. And again you almost started begging, almost said Please, Alfie, please... But instead you whimpered, let out another trembling little moan and let him slip his fingers into your mouth, sucking on them to silence yourself as he used his other hand to carry on playing with you.
He groaned when, as he pinched your clit between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it between them mercilessly, you moaned over his fingers and your cunt clenched and squeezed his erection. Your whole body flinching, still trembling and shaking. He could feel your heartbeat in his chest, his racing in time with yours as finally he began to thrust in and out of you. He took it slow, he wanted to go gently, wanted to fuck you slowly and draw your shared ecstacy out for as long as he could.
He held you so tightly against him, digging his hips into you from behind as he pushed deeper inside you. His tip brushing your gspot with every thrust he made, the returning pleasure rolling over you like waves. It was heavenly and you could feel the tightening of another high winding inside you like a coil as Alfie rubbed his calloused fingers over your clit, the roughness of his touch against your swollen bud bringing you that burning pleasure, hot and almost unbearable.
You had that feeling like you could cry, like you just felt so good that that was all you could do, you could feel it building inside you like a sob that needed to escape but instead of crying your second orgasm drew only the sweetest tumble of moans and soft cries from you as Alfie overwhelmed you with kisses and pushed his fingers a little deeper inside your mouth, moaning into your ear as you trembled on his cock.
You'd never understand just how gorgeous you looked, how heavenly you appeared to him when you were all blissed out like that, delirious with pleasure. Your eyes closed, your chest glistening with a pretty sheen of sweat. Your whole body quivering, jumping and starting at every kiss he pressed to your skin, every flick and swirl of his fingers around your clit.
It was a sight he almost felt he was being robbed of, having you facing the wall and not him so he pulled out, chuckling at the pretty little whimper of dissapointment you let out when you felt his cock leave you, dragged out of you so suddenly.
But he was only turning you around, rolling you over so that your face was burried in his chest, the hair on his body tickling your cheeks as he wrapped his arms around you and held your head cradled in his hand.
He didn't need to tell you what to do and no sooner had he lifted you up to his eye level, one hand squeezing your bottom, holding you firmly in place, had you wrapped your legs around him. And it was easy for his cock to find your hole then, it was like a magnetism drawing you into one another, his tip rubbing over your folds, pushing between them gently as you ground against one another needily.
You looked up at him with your sleepy blissed out ayes, your lips catching his chin first and then his lips. And just as your lips conected he pushed himself all the way into you, burying his cock into you and catching you by surprise so that your mouth opened onto his, your moan vibrating against his tongue as he pushed between your lips and kissed you hungrily.
You felt so close to him then, so dependent, so in love. You felt like this was the only place you ever wanted or needed to be. Balanced on his cock, clinging onto him for life, your face buried in the crook of his neck as he fucked you slow and tender.
He kissed your hair, holding you tight and keeping you tucked up beneath his chin. His legs tangled with yours as he thrust into you at a dreamy lethargic pace and you closed your eyes nuzzling into him. Breathing in his scent, his familiar musk mixed with the salty smell of your sex.
With every thrust those relentless pleasure waves kept rolling through you, your head dizzy from your numerous highs. You screaped your teeth over his skin, nipping and kissing his shoulder as you tried to control yourself. You could feel yourself on the brink of letting go completely and you knew that this time, when you came once more, you wouldn't be able to keep any shred of composure. You'd let it all out the way he loved you to and then you'd collapse completely overwhelmed by him. Unable to let go, the two of you holding onto one another for dear life.
You could tell he was getting close now, his pace speeding up just a little, his breathing growing heavier, hotter against you as he burried his face in your neck and used his hands beneath your bottom to shift you up closer to him. Even the sensation of his skin on your skin was enough to send sparks shooting all over your body and when he groaned in your ear, you bit down on his shoulder and moaned low and sweet into his neck. The pressure building up inside you too only to come washing over you in slow, glowing waves seconds later when you felt his cock swell inside you before letting out a stream of thick, warm cum. You felt him filling you up, felt his cum seep deep inside of you as he carried on fucking you slowly, fucking his cum deeper and deeper as his cock shot another jet into your cunt. You clenched around him, squeezing him tight as he moved inside you and the two of you began to slow down together, bringing one another out of your high slowly and gently.
But he didn't pull out. Instead he remained burried inside you, holding his cum and your cum inside you, occasionally twitching inside you or pushing up into you, his hips grinding against yours as you whimpered and sighed with contentment against him.
He held your face in the palm of his hand and brushed his thumb across your rosy cheek. You had that beautiful blissed out dizzy expression on your face. Your eyes sleepy and glazed as though he'd fucked every last thought from your brain. And you honestly believed that he had, because when he bowed his head and pressed a kiss to your forehead before letting out a yawn and pretending to stretch, saying "mmm, good morning zieskiet, sleep well? You look like youve a head full of very lovely little dreams..."
You couldn't reply, all you could do was look up at him with your hazy eyes, your lips still quivering, your voice shaking when you whispered a little good morning to him too.
AN/ I have a tallest now and you can add yourself here
#peaky blinders imagines#alfie solomans x reader#alfie solomons smut#alfie solomons fanfic#peaky blinders smut#Peaky blinders x reader#alfie solomons imagine#alfie solomons
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
OK HEAR ME OUT!! DC X DP AU
WITH THIS
BUT WITH CAPTIAN MARVEL
AND DANNY HAD RAISED BILLY BEFORE HE WAS REINCARNATED AND CAME BACK A FEW YEARS LATER BECAUSE OF GZ SHENANIGANS
There's just this ghost like being being held in JL captivity and all of a sudden Marvel just crashes through the wall and tackles the being before suddenly crying!
He missed his parent damn it!
----------
"Who's my little champion? You are, you are! Who's my little champion? You are, you are!"
The voice carried through the halls of the watchtower gently, bearly being able to penetrate the walls and floors of the space station.
But it was just enough to reach Captian Marvel's ears all the same. And just like that, a feral part of his brain activated and he was tearing through the halls, trying to find the source of the song with no concern to those around him, not even a "sorry" being said to any workers that got knocked over.
The moment he pinpointed the sound, he dove through the metal walls as if they were tissue paper and dove for the person on the other side.
"MOM!!!"
Easily caught as if he weighed nothing, Danny wrapped Billy into a hug.
"Bill-star! There you are!"
And every single emotion that had been building up that day just gushed out as Billy Batson aka Captian Marvel sobbed into his parent's shoulders.
"Also it's "Dad" now, sweetie."
"Daaad!"
Memories of his adopted mother coming home with a cheerful call. A call that always spoke "I'm home. I'm here"
And Billy could only sink into his Father's arms, ignoring everything else around them.
----------
The JL that were interrogating Danny: ...... WHAT?!
-------------------------
If it was the Robin's tho? He'd be their imaginary friend/parent when their family wasnt
And it'd be birdybirdybirdy!
Jason would probably be instantly cured of pit rage fkdbsjsd.
-----
If you say something enough times with something ALWAYS positive behind it like: "I GOT COOKIES!!", even a honey badger would come running.
And they usually don't care lmao.
If it's reversed I can see someone going "ghostyghostyghosty" and getting immediately tackled
#danny phantom#dp x dc#dc x dp#dc x dp au#dc x dp crossover#captian marvel#billy batson#Danny adopted Billy#robin#dc robins#jason todd#batkids#even Soloman can't stop the sheer feral that overtakes the brain
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
To my father, I was only ever a boy. Incredible, that he can see the man I became.
#bg3#baldur's gate 3#bg3 edit#wyll ravengard#bg3 wyll#bg3 spoilers#bg3edit#gamingedit#dailyvideogames#videogameedit#vgedit#uservanguard#the emotion in this scene always makes me wanna cry man. kudos to theo soloman truly.#rlly proud of this set ;-;!!!#ewbiegifs
470 notes
·
View notes
Text
A Thousand Times, Yes.
Ominis x f!MC oneshot
Aged up, seventh year, mention of sex, possible spoilers for Hogwarts Legacy, canon divergent, major character death, grief, wet dreams, pining, room of requirement is the best wingman.
prompt: Y/N Y/L/N is in love with Ominis Gaunt and has no idea how to tell him. She decides to take him to the Room of Requirement so they won't be disturbed as she tries to confess.
words: 2998
Not beta read
--
You were determined this time you were going to tell him. You were going to tell Ominis Gaunt that you were in love with him. You just…needed to stop acting like a damn baby rabbit and running away every time you were alone together. Two years now that you had known him. Two years that you had gotten to know the proud, honest, kind and wickedly funny guy that Ominis Gaunt hid behind his stoic persona. It had taken time to get him to lower his walls around you enough to let you in, but that time had been worth it. Ominis Gaunt was going to go on to do great things, you just knew it. At first, you’d only been acquaintances because of your friendship with Sebastian, oh Sebastian. He hadn’t been the same since Anne died from her curse.
You’d tried to help him, you really had, but after he killed his Uncle and you, Ominis and Anne decided not to turn him in. Well…Anne had continued to decline. After she passed, you and Ominis had come together to help Sebastian. He had grieved, he had gotten really low to the point where you and Ominis had silently agreed to never leave the other boy alone. Through it all you hadn’t realised that Ominis too was grieving just as hard. Anne had been a sister to him as much as she had been to Sebastian. While you had only just met her, Ominis had been taken in by their family.
The night you’d walked into the undercroft, hoping for some peace from the new popularity that being the “hero of Hogwarts” had granted you, and found Ominis crying alone and begging Anne’s forgiveness for not trying harder, that night your heart had broken for him. You’d held him, and he had let you, and that was when it had started…the stirring in your chest for this boy who never showed his emotions to those he didn’t trust. He had let you hold him while he cried.
Time had passed since then, now your heart skipped a beat whenever you hear his voice, when you see his perfect opal eyes and styled hair, the smell of his cologne when you enter a room he’s occupied recently. You had it BAD and the worst part was, the stronger your feelings grew, the harder you found it to spend time with him alone, for fear you’ll do or say something that would permanently ruin your friendship.
But, you have decided you can’t live like this forever. You have to know if he feels the same. It is your final school year, and if you go on to live your life with Ominis Gaunt as only a memory then you needed to know how he felt in return. That was the problem though, every time you tried to tell him, you’d lose your nerve. He was just so out of your league that you didn’t think he’d ever think of you as more than a friend he relied on.
Not tonight, no, tonight you were determined to just get it out in the open and bear the consequences. Ominis was too kind to hurt you with a harsh rejection, he’d let you down gently and then you could move on. Move on, instead of pining for him night and day, and dreaming of his lips on your own, his body flush against yours, skin on skin. You groaned and rubbed your tired eyes as you remembered the particularly x-rated dream you’d had the previous night. You didn’t even know where the images had come from, you were a virgin, you’d never even seen anything like what your poor lovesick brain and come up with.
You had asked Ominis to meet you outside the room of requirement, though he had no idea what the hallway in question contained, you didn’t want to risk being interrupted by Sebastain in the undercroft like had happened so many times in your attempts to confess. As you leant against the tapestry opposite where you knew the door to be you took several deep breaths and attempted to go over the words you planned to speak to him. You were so absorbed in your thoughts that you didn’t even hear Ominis greet you as he came around the corner.
“Y/N, that is you, right?” he asked waving a hand in front of your face scaring you out of your thoughts.
“Ominis!” you squeaked, “I’m sorry, my mind was…somewhere else,” you said as your cheeks grew hot.
“It seems even when I do catch you alone your mind isn’t with me,” he joked with a chuckle.
“Well…you see…I’m…” you stutter trying to explain yourself.
“Y/N, I’m only teasing you,” he said with a lopsided grin as your face grows even redder, you’ve never been more thankful for the fact he couldn’t see you.
“Right,” you murmur and clear your throat, “Well, I wanted to show you something,”
“I’m afraid, you may be disappointed,” he stated dryly, “Since, I can’t see anything you show me,”
“Ominis!” you scolded with a laugh at yet another of his ‘blind jokes’.
“I apologise, I couldn’t help myself,” he said with a lopsided smile, “I’m sure I will be enamored by anything you have to show me,”
You blushed at his reassurance, “I sure hope so,” you said under your breath and began to pace the hallway. You didn’t realise but he heard your muttered words and as you paced away from him, he smiled to himself, he knew he would love it, because he was enamoured with everything about you. Ever since the scriptorium when you had taken the curse to spare him more pain, since watching you (figuratively) try and help Sebastian and Anne, since standing by your side to help his best friend through the grief of losing his sister, since all those times he had ‘seen’ and felt firsthand your genuine goodness, he had fallen deeper and deeper for you.
He’d do anything to ensure your happiness, that included not telling you about his feelings, because if he was ever brave enough to confess to you and if by some miracle you felt the same, he knew his family would never allow for you to be together, and if they did, it would only be so they could get their claws into the ‘hero of Hogwarts’ and try to somehow manipulate you into using our gifts for their greed. If he was ever able to extricate himself from his family, then maybe he could pursue you, but not until then.
However, despite knowing that keeping his distance from you would be for the best, he couldn’t help but hate how you had started to avoid him. He had tried not to let anyone see how upset he was about it, but the truth is, it hurt him deeply when you avoided spending time alone with him like you used to. So, when you had asked him to meet you in this empty corridor, he had to stop himself from running there to meet you, lest somebody see him and follow. He wanted to be alone with you, call him greedy if you wanted because that’s what he was, greedy for your attention, greedy for your kindness, just greedy for you.
You watched as the door to the room appeared on the wall of the corridor and smiled. The nerves threatened to catch up with you as you turned to see Ominis watching you with pale opal eyes. You knew he couldn’t see you but the way his head tilted slightly as he listened to the sounds of you made you cheeks heat up once more.
“What is that?” he asked raising his wand slightly, a look of wonder appearing on his face, “There’s a new door,”
“Welcome,” you say and open the door for him to walk in, “To the Room of Requirement,” You watch him move his blinking wand around as whatever magic that allowed the semi-sentient piece of wood to show him what places looked like showed him the room you had painstakingly built and decorated since fifth year. The door closed behind you both as you followed him deeper inside. The ceiling lit the room with warm sunlight despite the late hour outside, and plants grew from many plant pots dotted around the bookcases that lined the walls. If you had to describe it to somebody, you’d say it was a library crossed with a greenhouse. A staircase to the left led down to where your brewing stations were set up. There was only one vivarium now, as your need to protect the wild beasts surrounding Hogwarts wasn’t so dire since you eradicated the poacher rings.
The spaces they had once taken up held comfortable seating areas, but nothing else of real importance. You hadn’t spent a lot of time in the room since you had caught up with the other students in your year, preferring to study with Ominis and Sebastian in the Undercroft.
“This is…how did you find this place?” Ominis asked.
“Professor Weasley showed me in fifth year, it was supposed to be a quiet place where I could study and practice my spell work in order to catch up to the rest of you,” you explained, “of course, she didn’t know about the Undercroft, so…”
“You’ve known about this for two years and never told me?” he asked, the hurt in his voice evident.
“Ominis, I…” you began, instantly worried you had upset him, but you caught the slight twitch at the corner of his lips that gave away his teasing, “Damn you,” you hissed and he cracked up laughing. The sound made your breath catch, his laugh was music. “I was worried I’d hurt you,” you growled, “Don’t do that,”
“I’m sorry,” he said but you could tell he didn’t mean it.
“Why do you have to tease me?” you asked pushing at his shoulder gently.
“Because you’re so gullible,” he replied with a half shrug, and you scowled, pushing him again, slightly harder this time to his chuckle.
“I have a right mind to obliviate you and never show you this place again,” you muttered crossing your arms.
“You wouldn’t,” he said, so confident in his assertion that you had to push back.
“Oh? And how can you be so sure?” you asked turning towards him.
“Because, you like me too much,” he replied with a half shrug turning to face you too.
“Do I? because right now, I’m feeling very the urge to curse you,” you stepped closer and poked him in the chest.
“Oh, you do,” he stepped forward, smirking down at you, and suddenly you realized exactly how close to him you were. His chest nearly brushed against your own and you had to crane your neck to meet his blind gaze. Heat flooded your face and you took a step back from him nervously.
“How could you possibly know that?” you asked, voice small and breathy.
His brow furrowed slightly as he tilted his head, catching the sound of your voice, a beatific smile growing on his face, “Maybe I’m reading your mind,” he stated following your retreating steps.
“Ominis…” you warned…or maybe begged, you didn’t know anymore. Your heartbeat jack hammered against your breastbone, and you retreated again.
“Y/N…” he replied matching your movements, it almost sounded like a question.
“I brought you here for a reason…” you said quietly, the blood rushing in your ears making it hard to hear your own quiet voice.
“Oh?” he asked, still stalking you slowly across the room.
“I wanted to tell you something…but…” your nerves were getting the better of you at the look on his face as he followed you, like you were his prey,
“Then why are you running away?” he asked with a slight pout.
“…I don’t know…” you whispered, “I can’t stop,”
“Hmm…perhaps you should, I have a feeling you’ve done enough running from me lately Y/N,” he voice dropped slightly, temptingly, and you were transported back to your dreams from the previous night where he had whispered all sorts of things in that voice.
The backs of your legs bumped into something soft, and you turned your head slightly. You face burned as you realised the room had materialised a large fourposter bed with luxurious deep green bedding that looked like it would slide over your skin decadently.
“What’s this?” Ominis whispered against your ear. He’d reached you while you had been dumbstruck as the room, and how it spoke to exactly what you wanted in the most embarrassing way, “a bed? This wasn’t here a moment ago,”
“Ominis,” you squeaked at his sudden proximity.
“I guess you’re not running now,” he teased pressing into your space, “Now, y/n, tell me, why did you bring me here?”
“Ominis…” you gasped as he dropped his head into the crook of your neck, his breath brushing against your skin there.
“I’ve heard about the Room of Requirement,” he stated, you stood stock still as his lips just barely grazed against your throat, “It supposedly gives you whatever it is you want or need at the time,” he tilted his head so that his lips brushed your ear as he asked, “Why is there a bed here y/n?”
You shuddered at his quiet question and swallowed, gaining the courage to speak from his own boldness, “Because I want you,” you said, and just like that, the dam was broken, “I have admired you since the moment I met you and as time has gone by my feelings have only grown and now I can’t go a day without wanting to see you, hear you laugh, and bask in your presence, I dream about you and wake up wanting, I have never even looked at another guy because I have only ever wanted to be with you, to hold you, touch you…” you trailed off as you noticed how absolutely still he was, how his breath on your skin had grown ragged. “…Ominis?” you asked raising your had tentatively to touch his chest, feel his heart racing beneath the cotton of his shirt.
“Forgive me,” he whispered, “I just, never dared dream that you…” he took in a shaky breath, “…I told myself to stay away from you, but after your honesty…y/n…I can’t help myself any longer,” his wand clattered against the floor as his hands trailed up your arms to where your robes were secured at your neckline, with deft hands he removed the clasp and guided the material off of your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. You were too astounded to react as he gripped your waist gently and half lifted, half threw you onto the bed. You gasped and raised up onto your elbows to see him removing his own robe and jacket, leaving him in his waistcoat and shirt, a sight you’d seen a few times while practicing spells in the Undercroft and had always had you staring.
“Ominis…” you crooned as he began to crawl over your body. He used his left hand to hold himself above you as his right skated up your body gently until he was cupping your neck and then your cheek.
“y/n…please…may I kiss you?” he asked, ever the gentleman, even after throwing you onto the bed.
“If you don’t, I might cry,” you said, half joking, half serious. He smirked and took a shaky breath. Using his thumb to trace your cheekbone, he trailed his fingers gently over your skin until he could trace the shape of your lips. He kept his thumb on your bottom lip and curled his fingers under your chin to guide you up to meet him.
And then he was kissing you.
His lips were soft and coaxing. It was unpractised and new, and absolutely wonderful. The taste of his breath in your lungs made your head spin. You didn’t know when you closed your eyes but you opened them as he pulled back. “y/n…” he whispered, “I have wanted to do that for a long time,”
“Me too,” you replied, just as quietly, not wanting to break the moment, or to have yourself waking up from yet another beautiful, agonizing dream.
“If I may…” he began.
“You may.” You cut him off making him chuckle.
“Oh y/n, the things I have dreamt of doing to you,” he purred and kissed the side of your neck, “but, I would court you first, take you for a fine meal, and walk hand in hand beneath the stars,” he trailed soft kisses along your skin until he reached your lips again, “Then I would woo you with romantic music, and light candles around our bed,”
The imagery made tears prick the corners of your eyes. As you opened your mouth to speak, to tell him you were happy to wait, the room creaked around you. The ceiling sunlight faded to the silvery glow of the moon and stars, the potting tables and vivarium disappeared to be replaced by a large table set for two with platters of amazing looking food and drink the room must have summoned from the kitchens, and floating candles flew from the bookshelves to light the room with a warm glow as the soft sound of string instruments filled the air.
“What’s happening?” Ominis asked as he tilted his head to listen to the new sounds in the room.
“The room, it supplied us with everything you described,” you whispered, “Including the meal, I didn’t know it could summon food from the kitchens,”
“Astonishing,” he whispered and slowly backed off you, leaving you cold from missing his warmth. Then he held out his hand to you, “Shall we enjoy our first date?” he asked with the biggest smile you had ever seen grace his perfect face.
“Yes, a thousand times, yes,” you replied and took his hand, allowing him to help you to your feet.
#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts legacy ominis#ominis gaunt#ominis x mc#ominisgaunt#ominis gaunt x mc#ominis gaunt x reader#hogwarts legacy headcanons#room of requirement#room of requirement is the best wingman#not beta read we die like Soloman
213 notes
·
View notes